When the English language gets in my way, I walk over it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
English is the only interesting thing that's left in my life.
When I feel there's a door open, you always walk through it.
English people are always surprised I'm English.
I love English. I learned it from the speeches of Winston Churchill.
In Australia, I can just say to my mom, 'I'm going down the street.' And I can walk around pretty much all the places I know.
I walk wherever my errands take me.
For people to understand me when I travel, I speak with my hands.
There are still times when I am walking up, and I look at the Capitol, and I think, 'Oh my goodness.' Right now, I am kind of scared to go onto the floor and speak. Once I get used to it, though, they probably won't be able to keep me off there.
I spend my days kneeling in the muck of language, feeling around for gooey verbs, nouns, and modifiers that I can squash together to make a blob of a sentence that bears some likeness to reason and sense.
The ways in which language changes never ceases to interest me.